A faint red light greets Jeongyeon when she opens her dorm room, the string tangled in under the bed sheets, the legs of a chair and then around the study table, until it falls past straight to her feet. The string moves as lithe arms wrap around her, the familiar scent of peach invading her senses. Forewordvague jeongmo soulmate au because vague ominous fics are my kinkokay to clear things up:jeongyeon: can see soulmarks that other people cant  ||  has a soulmark of her own but she met momo and things just happenedmomo: knows jeongyeon can see soulmarks doesnt care and tells her she doesnt want to know where her red string ends or who it points tothe title of this fic is from a poem written by alfonso manalastas